The Ideal Place
The ideal place for reflection
Is a moment for deep craving
On life's longing for transformation
Mind, body, and soul are crying.
Looking East, the view of the backyard
Yonder is the newly barbered park
Police officers are always on guard
While music comes from the happy lark.
Southward, Cherry Blossoms are budding
Soon the flowers shall perfume the air
And the robins would be singing
Then life is worth living and fair.
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